Chapter 456
As the soil was dug, the spiritual energy overflowing from underground became more and more dense.
Several people sniffed the fragrant spiritual energy, their breathing gradually quickened, and their digging movements became more and more cautious.
"Be careful, don't damage the treasures inside." The leading black shadow warned in a hoarse voice.
"Don't worry, Third Shopkeeper. We brothers are always careful in our work and nothing will go wrong."
It was like a prophecy. As soon as the words were spoken, the soil under the night sky seemed to be gently pushed outwards by something.
Several people immediately held their breath, and stared at the soft soil with their eyes shining in the darkness.
Then, they saw a hint of green.
A tender sprout covered with fine soil trembled and gently pushed away the upper layer of soil, then slowly unfolded under the burning gazes of several people.
Unlike ordinary spiritual plants that need to maintain a long growth period, it almost instantly produces a small green bud. Even in the dark night, the bright green is so conspicuous and so breathtaking.
The few of them were almost intoxicated as they greedily sniffed the increasingly dense spiritual energy around them. They could also smell the fresh and moist scent of soil and plants mixed in the spiritual energy...
A few dark shadows breathed greedily, and in a trance they actually felt that their bodies were infused with infinite vitality by these breaths of spiritual energy.
This must be a rare treasure!
It must be a rare treasure that has just sprouted!!
Just sprouting can emit such a rich vitality and aura, which will benefit them infinitely. If they live next to it all the time, wouldn’t they...
There were two dark shadows who seemed to be blinded by their own imaginary scenes. Their eyes were greedily but lifelessly staring at the seed that had already sprouted through the soil, and their fingers unconsciously reached out to it.
The next second, two glaring blood lines spurted out with a muffled groan, and the scarlet warm liquid drew a beautiful and cruel arc, falling on the other black shadows who were also eager to reach out.
They were startled, shocked by the sudden death of their companion, and then all looked at the leader with caution.
Blood was still silently dripping from the cold blade in the other party's hand. His dark eyes looked at the few people coldly, and then he sneered and snorted: "Everyone, I'm paid for the job. If you dare to touch it again, don't blame me for being rude."
After he said that, he moved the blade to the side, fearing that the dirty blood on the blade would accidentally drip onto the seed.
But he didn't see the struggling greed flashing in the eyes of the other black shadows.
Yunmian and Yunkong saw it clearly.
The tiny sprouting seeds squatted on the round ball of light. The thin puppet silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye completely wrapped it up, and the mirage beast was nonchalantly weaving an illusion that was 80% real for these late-night visitors.
Even the aura and vitality were simulated to be extremely similar.
"Do you think they will kill each other?" There was a hint of eagerness in the soft and childish voice.
Yunkong was already lying down, carrying the lazy cotton seeds who didn't want to move, and answered sullenly: "I don't know."
It had never known before that its host was so fond of watching the fun!
The child's sweet voice sounded again: "Yunkong~Are you secretly saying bad things about me in your heart?"
"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!!" Yun Kong came back to his senses with a start, and the rebuttal came out without thinking.
Then it heard the child snort softly, with a bit of childish arrogance: "You are not allowed to say bad things about me, or I will tie you up and fight with them!"
Yunkong looked at the thin silk thread that was dangling threateningly in front of him and kept his mouth shut, acting like a well-behaved and sensible person who would never secretly criticize the host's Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars System.
Seeing that it was silent, the tiny cotton seed that had only sprouted a little bit became unhappy again and continued to pull it to make a bet with it.
Bet on who among these people can walk out of this house alive.
Yunkong took a deep breath and kept reminding himself that this newborn Mianmian was a baby. Even if she was born knowing everything and had a lot of messed up memories, she was still a baby now...
Then it silently flew to the leader's head to show its choice.
A tender and clear voice rang in my ears: "But this one has already been chosen by me, Yunkong, don't be sad, I will help you choose a better one~"
The next second, the child openly grabbed the child with a silk thread and pulled him to the top of another black shadow's head.
Yunkong looked down and saw that the other person's black clothes were already stained with a large area of deeper wetness.
The shadow is about to die.
The child didn't care about the life and death of others. There was some joy hidden in his tender voice: "Yunkong Yunkong, the person you chose is about to die. You are going to lose~"
Yunkong: Mianmian, you are worthy of being like this. You can cheat so shamelessly.
"Yunkong, you are secretly scolding me again." The angry accusation was soft and contained a bit of ethereality, just like a newly hatched bird. Even the chirping sound that seemed to be fierce was particularly tender and soft.
Yunkong remained silent, feeling guilty.
At this time, several black shadows below were already fighting to the death for the non-existent rare spiritual plant. In Fusheng City, such things happened almost every day, such as making an agreement in advance but immediately changing the plan when the time came to rob the other party.
Yunmian had seen enough of the excitement and couldn't help yawning and feeling sleepy.
Born as a seed, born as a "baby" with newly born consciousness, she now urgently needs sleep and lots of energy.
But the bloody fight below did not stop just because she was sleepy.
Another person fell.
After falling down, the pair of eyes belonging to the demon were still staring at the bright light green, and his fingers twitched as if he wanted to grab it to save his life.
Then the skinny hand he stretched out was also chopped off by a sword.
The only remaining "Third Shopkeeper" used the tip of his sword to prop up the ground, supporting his staggering body. He smiled hoarsely and disdainfully, and spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and internal organs at the last fallen demon. Then he half-knelt on one knee, stretched out his bloody hand, and carefully touched the tender bud swaying gently in the pit.
But his fingers, trembling with excitement or exhaustion, did not touch any plant. Instead, they went straight through. And in his bloodshot eyes of disbelief, the tender bud turned into smoke and dust in the night and disappeared little by little.
The third shopkeeper's angry growl and heavy breathing could not make the disappeared spiritual plant reappear.
Just above his head, a cotton seed wrapped in circles of fine silk thread like a cicada pupa moved silently, and its light and steady breathing indicated her excellent sleep quality at this moment.
On the next day, a rumor spread in Fusheng City, saying that in the house without a plaque in the east of the city, there was a precious spiritual seed left by a powerful monk. This spiritual seed can not only bring the dead back to life, but also emit the breath of life at all times. One only needs to take a sip of the vigorous vitality emitted by the growing spiritual plant to prolong one's life.
Everyone originally just regarded this gossip as a joke, after all, why didn't the powerful carry such a good thing with him? Instead, why did he abandon it in Fusheng City without a guard?
No one took the news seriously.
It was not until the seriously injured third shopkeeper of Duobaozhai personally confirmed the existence of this thing, and it was not until the monks who participated in the baptism ceremony that day spread the news that there seemed to be a strange seed in the hand of Saint Yunjin of the Ascendant Immortal Realm, which swallowed up all the treasures in Saint Yunjin's Qiankun bag before it sprouted.
There are also insiders who secretly spread the news that the cotton seed is likely to help Saint Yunjin overcome his love tribulation and take a step further on the road to immortality! !
Some careful people compared the characteristics of the cultivator who bought the mansion that day with Saint Yunjin, and then they were shocked to conclude that the cultivator was most likely Saint Yunjin, and the thing in the mansion was most likely the shocking news about the cotton seed in Saint Yunjin's hand.
As a result, all the monks outside the battlefield began to feel a little excited.
The Holy Lord of Yunjin, the strange cotton seeds, devouring the treasures of heaven and earth, and overcoming the tribulation of love...
Every word that sounded from the mouths of the cultivators of the three tribes seemed to carry a natural temptation. Every word was a keyword, and could easily let them know what a great opportunity this was.
Therefore, as this "rumor" that was originally outrageous but later seemed to be more and more true quickly spread throughout the three realms and even the Floating World Continent, the entire world of immortal cultivation also became increasingly turbulent.
Countless cultivators, demons, and monsters flocked to Fusheng City, and the originally spacious city became more and more lively and crowded.
The nameless mansion where the "immortal seeds" were buried has attracted wave after wave of inquiries, both overt and covert.
The eyes of Fusheng City, or the entire Tianyan Continent, were almost all focused on that empty little mansion.
Relevant information comes out every day.
"We failed again. That was the team under the command of the Saintess of the Yao Clan that was the best at searching for treasures..."
"That's nothing. Haven't you noticed that the Weapon Refining Sect has received more and more orders for custom-made cornucopias recently?"
“Tsk… If you ask me, this immortal seed is quite weird. Why does it appear sometimes, but sometimes it doesn’t even show a shadow?
If it weren't for the fact that the spiritual tools, spiritual food, and spiritual plants offered by those who test the fate of immortals would be quickly consumed every time, I would doubt whether there are any so-called immortal seeds here."
"Hush, don't say that. I haven't tested my fate with the immortal yet. I heard that as long as one offers sincere offerings, the immortal seed will reveal its true form if it detects that the person has fate with the immortal... I don't know if I have this chance."
"I was thinking of taking the test, why don't we go together tomorrow?"
"Very good, very good!"
In the mansion, Yunkong watched the tiny cotton seeds rolling happily back and forth in the pile of treasures, and then looked at the many cultivators who were praying sincerely for the immortal seeds to help them test their immortal fate. He sighed again and again in his heart. In just a few days, he was almost sighed into a little old ball.
Don’t you in the world of immortal cultivation cultivate your brains?
Why do you believe such outrageous things?
If you just find someone who does pyramid schemes in the modern world, you in the immortal cultivation world will probably be cheated out of everything you have.
Yunkong felt that those monks were brainless, but at the same time he was afraid that Mianmian would eat and drink too much from the monks' "offerings" and cause problems.
Unfortunately, the idea of immortals and immortal fate is becoming more and more popular, and more and more creatures of all races come to Fusheng City, but Mianmian...
The young buds on the child's head swayed happily, and the joy could not be concealed in the tender and clear voice: "Yunkong Yunkong, this necklace looks so beautiful, please help me hide it, and I will give it to my mother as a gift when I see her!"
I have clearly experienced countless worlds, and I have clearly been recovering all the scattered memories of the first and second rounds in each world intermittently.
But Mianmian not only did not become mature and stable, but she seemed to be getting worse as she grew older...
Mianmian has a lot of memories, but she is still young and can’t bear much, so she can’t grow up yet.
Good night~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
10 bottles of Xiaobobao;
1 bottle of Yansi Sheng;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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